| Shows, at the gathering, were full
of home spun talent. Even the stage was a make shift work of art.
Curtain rods were held up by C clamps that someone, who thinks of everything,
happened to bring along.
At one point, the show stammered to a stop, a cord must have been tripped over, but there was an old "honky-tonk" style piano in the room. Someone sat down and played a tune from the film OKLAHOMA. Soon the whole lodge was singing, "Oh What a Beautiful Morning." Well over a hundred people were swaying back and forth, in unison. It was an experience to remember. Before long the show was back on track. A bit different than the bleak scout camps I remember
from childhood at a place called Camp Grizzly.
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